How To Tame an Academy Dragon - How To Tame an Academy Dragon chapter 70

70. I run when I’m frustrated

Clothes and luxury. Dragons are a race that is stronger in arrogance than humans.

After living for a long time, there are not one or two useless customs created by old and tired people who have plenty of time.

Violent bastards with extra money raised the meaningless level of food, clothing and shelter to the level of wasting money.

Of course, eating three meals a day and diligently picking up snacks isn’t what I’m saying…

In general, it means that dragons live carelessly.

Even when my father climbed into the seat of the road and spent bloody days, I did my best and lived.

The things my mother never gave up on are pretty and nice clothes.

Because the clothes filled in a space large enough for 100 students to train comfortably are the treasure trove of the dragon Siris Prius.

Clothes that change every day? Wrong.

The sincerity and meticulousness of changing clothes for breakfast, lunch and dinner is an obsession that even quite a few dragons stick out their tongues and hate.

Did they say that if you swing your sword 10,000 times, you can become a useful swordsman?

If you decorate your clothes ten thousand times, you can see the clothes just by looking at the fabric.

“My daughter!!!!! Mom is here~~~!!!”

With a crackling sound, the door to the dormitory collapses half way open.

The name of the woman who recklessly invaded the space of the Doha Prius, which no one can enter, is Siris Prius. It’s my mother

“Mom, knock and come in… The door is broken.”

“Oops.”

She covered her mother’s mouth with her hand on the doorknob, and her hinges snapped, leaving her door hanging from her mother’s hand.

“I was so happy I made a mistake.”

A mother gently leans her door against the wall with a smile.

Dragons don’t know much. Why did Dad fall in love with Mom?

“By the way, the best dormitory in the empire has poor materials…”

Because I passed out in one shot after being hit by that fern-like fist.

It is an inconvenient truth that has been hidden internally and externally because rumors do not spread that the Dragon Lord, who was thought to be the strongest, fell out in one hit.

But mom is right. The other day, her grandfather’s wall broke too easily.

“I still told her grandfather that she needed to make more repairs.”

“Oi~ I care about all of that. You’re all grown up, our Doha~ Yes, it’s where the students live, so it should be safe and strong!”

That’s right~ Mr. Doha has a strong head.

“What?”

Hearing Raj’s voice, she turned her head away. But even when I looked around her room, there was no one except for my mother and me, let alone Raj.

“Why?”

“Huh?

b*tch. No matter how much you nag, I’ll notice…

Shame and embarrassment come at once. It’s not about losing face as a dragon.

My mom looked at me with a half smile and then she came into the room and sat down on my bed.

“Now! Is that really why you called her mother here?”

“Yes…”

My eyesight went upside down last night, so as soon as I came back, I sent a letter to my mother.

She was a letter sent to Mado-gu, so she knew it would arrive soon, but she didn’t expect her mother to arrive so early.

“Black.”

A mother takes out a blue handkerchief and pats her eyes. She even made her gestures, and her tears made the viewer feel sorry for her.

“Huh? Why are you crying?”

“No, I wondered if Doha had grown up… Oh, that’s the main idea. Being old makes me more sensitive.”

She folded her handkerchief neatly and put it back in her pocket, as if feeling her emotions, and her mother cleared her throat.

“Ask for clothes?”

From a pitiful and tragic queen, she turns into a street vendor and her eyes begin to shine.

Then he looked me up and down and flicked his tongue, but involuntarily, I got goosebumps and shook my body.

“Uh… I’m really sorry, but you’re such a pervert.”

“Me? No way~ But… I can’t help but look forward to it.”

Already excited about playing with dolls with her daughter. It’s something I brought on myself, hehehe.

“What kind of clothes do you want? Can you give me a hint?”

Mom waking up in her bed and twirling around me with her finger on her own chin.

“I don’t know. I know something like that?”

My hair stands on end at the sight of her mother, who is thoroughly examining my body structure.

It’s the first time I’ve seen the eyes of being blatantly evaluated, so I feel some unknown discomfort, but I put up with it.

“Really?”

I heard her cloth rubbing and looked behind her to see her mother bending her posture.

I was about to turn around to check what I was doing when I felt my mom’s hand grabbing my thigh.

“Mu, mu, mu, what are you doing!”

I was startled and tried to pull my leg out, but my leg wouldn’t budge as if it were being crushed by a collapsed cave.

“Ayu. Stay still. Shouldn’t you be measuring?”

A mother who boldly comes in and starts touching her thighs like mud.

As for measuring, let’s do it! It’s too bad to openly squat like kneading rice cakes!!

“Chi-chi-measure! It has nothing to do with measuring and groping!!”

“This is a bonus for mom~ Oh my gosh. She’s my daughter. Her skin texture is nice and she feels nice. Her husband will love it~”

“Sounds like a husband… Hush!! Are you really crazy!!!”

Her touch, rising from her thighs and touching her buttocks, sent a jolt of electricity down her spine.

“Sweet. You don’t exercise these days and play all the time? You don’t have elasticity. Men like firm buttocks?”

“So why do men keep coming out!!”

She clenched her legs and kicked her forward.

I rolled forward just as I had barely escaped from my mother’s touch, then stood up and grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my body.

“Sorry…”

My mom licks her lips, looking at her hand that had just been messing with my butt.

If it wasn’t for her mother, she would have cursed at me a long time ago. There was a slight heat left where her mother had touched it, which annoyed me even more.

“It’s strange. My mom thought it was something like that.”

“What! Don’t touch her daughter like a doll!”

Tighten the blanket even tighter to protect the body.

s*xual harassment, molestation, s*xual assault. Well, what a crime perverts do! Ugh…

“Then why did my daughter write to her mother that she wanted to dress well?”

Mom sat down on the bed again and crossed her legs.

She calms down a little while hiding under the blanket, and now she sees the clothes her mother wore today.

A one-piece sky blue dress that covers half of the thigh. The sternum was more menacingly hollowed out, revealing the collarbone.

The white linen shirt worn under the one piece does not fit snugly, leaving a bit of leeway.

If her mother, whom she had previously met at the stationery store in Raj, looked like an elegant and noble aristocrat, today, her freshness and femininity were emphasized.

I am a woman!

Her mother’s clothes were screaming like that.

I want to have that kind of feeling. If I can look like a woman… If I can do that…

Reminds me of the b*tches laughing with Raj at the counter.

“Man… Now.”

“Whoops.”

In terms of self-esteem, the maximum I could spit out was only two letters, but seeing my mother’s wide-smiling face, I clearly understood.

***

‘Mom is here. Go to someone else next~ Bye~’

Her mother, who made the clothes in two hours, suddenly disappeared, saying that she had a prior arrangement.

When she arrived, she had already prepared everything. In an instant, she made me a set of clothes for me to wear.

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Now that you’ve got your clothes on, it’s time to decorate them.

However, since I was born and the only things I have ever applied on my face are blood and food, how am I supposed to wear makeup?

But what did I do hard in my school life? Who the hell are you going to!

While I was thinking about wrapping my hair, what caught my eye was a notebook that was placed by the bedside.

I thought about this a few more times, but there was no other way… This is right.

That’s how the outside world came out.

I keep pulling down the hem of the skirt that keeps coming up, but I’m going crazy about the hem of the skirt that comes up again.

The dormitory where the b*tches live is a separate building from the dormitory I live in, so I had to go outside, and as soon as I came out, I felt people staring at me.

“Ugh… What are you looking for!! Do you want to look around! Don’t lay your eyes!!”

I take out my anger on people for no reason. Surprised people fled here and there, but there were still eyes peeking at me hiding somewhere.

Unpleasant, annoyed, angry, should I burn it all?

With her skirt forcibly pulled down, she walks hesitantly toward the general student dormitory building on the other side.

“Doha Prius!”

A male janitor who was dozing off at the entrance wakes up with a gasping sound, but ignores it and passes by.

“Huh? Is this the Doha Prius?”

As I passed by, I heard the janitor’s voice muttering to himself.

I was going to look around because I was still annoyed, but when I heard the nonsense, I got angry and turned my head to glare at him.

“Sorry!”

There is no room for anger. Hurry up, let’s run away to where the Splanche b*tches are.

Run as it is, run up the stairs, and run to the library at the far end of the third floor, where you can always see Splanze.

Unsurprisingly, in the dimly lit library, from time to time a faint light would enter the darkness just a little bit and then disappear.

I don’t get tired, I’m sure they’ll gather today and write erotic novels using me as a gossip.

“This guy and that guy…”

Raz. That bastard is the problem, that bastard. He’s never going to meet him.

Remembering the unfortunate face, I inadvertently looked down and saw the exposed thighs and legs.

Am I doing this stupid thing to enjoy a movie of wealth and honor?

“f*ck…”

I feel strange at the sudden emptiness and emptiness in my heart.

What did you say? I heard the guys messing around.

First of all, I quickly knocked on the library door before I ran into anyone in the hallway.

There is a passphrase decided among the members of Splanche, and it is knocking on the door at a certain beat.

Knock. Smart. Smart. Knock.

A light knock sounded, and I felt a rustle of people from inside, and the door opened slightly.

“Who… Ah Dohani…Ieee!”

One of the Splanche members who opened the door and saw me was about to scream, so I forced myself into it and covered my mouth.

“Suck! Suck!”

The female student, whose mouth was forced shut with her wrists held, was knocked inside by my force, and I stretched her legs backwards and kicked the door shut.

“Hmm.”

A member of Splanche, who is lying under me, exhaling hot breath from his palms with his face reddened.

Crazy b*tch…!

Her quicksand away from her. It was because I was going to see things I couldn’t see if I stayed closer.

The Splanche member who was freed by me stomped his feet in embarrassment with his hand on his cheek.

“Do, Doha-nim, I’m not good~”

“Get out of the way, b*tch, don’t talk to me!”

“Hot…! More please.”

A b*tch like an idiot. Ignoring is the answer. I’m scared and avoid me.

I ignored the bum on the floor and looked ahead and saw that the other members were sitting at desks looking at me.

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Notebooks and drawings that have already been spread out in disarray. The tissue paper on the table was rolled up and stained with red liquid.

The guy with tissue paper in his nostrils stares blankly at me.

“You’re here early? Your appointment yet… Eh?”

The short-haired female student greeting me is Beatrice.

She is not her real name, but her pen name.

She says that the concept is important, so I’m just calling her Beatrice.

“Oh, clothes?”

“What’s your reaction? Do you want to search?”

“Ah, no, that’s why… It’s a mystery…?”

Beatrice looked me up and down her elongation, stammering her words.

“Doha-nim. Doha-nim is pretty. Doha-nim with increased femininity… The writing… The writing!!”

Hari, wearing large magnifying glasses, brushed her tousled hair and then poked her nose into her notebook and began to scrawl at her writing.

Sitting next to her, a schoolgirl wearing the same magnifying glasses was holding her tissue paper in one of her nostrils…

“Ouch! Berry!! Don’t shed blood!!”

Beatrice took her notebook away in fright at the blood dripping onto the table with a gurgling sound.

With a calm face, Berry tore off a tissue and plugged the remaining part of her nose, smiled once at me, and stuck her nose into the notebook like Hari.

Hari and Berry.

Crazy crazy b*tches who are sisters in the same freshman year and have the same taste. Her older sister, Hari, writes novels, and her younger brother, Berry, paints.

They are very talented youngsters who shine in pairs.

“I’m Dohani~ Please look at this side too~~”

Selena gets up off the floor and hugs me from behind, flirting.

“Doha-nim is fresh… Doha-nim is s*xy… Doha-nim is a female…”

Jurruk.

“Please!! Go away and do it alone!!”

Mom. Dad. I don’t know if I’ve eaten glitcher this life.

These are the children who came to me in need of help.

“My life. Where did it go wrong?”